As I sift through the old albums,
I come across photos of us captured over many seasons—reminders of our journey together,
From discovering first love to the time we drifted apart and became strangers.
I'm taken aback by the emotions that arise as I hold these memories. Remembering our season of blooming, I can still feel the magic of walking on cloud nine.
I am deeply grateful for the countless joyful moments we shared, each one a treasure in its own right.
For the most part, it seems time has faded the bitterness and sorrow while preserving the happy memories intact—so I thought.
Until I come to the pictures of our child.
His smile, a facade that barely conceals the anxiety in his eyes and the tension in his fists, brings back a flood of painful memories.
All he ever wanted, all he truly deserved, was to feel loved, to know he belonged, and to have a home with both families.
I bow my head in shame, remembering how he became a pawn in this battle for power.
The price he paid for belonging to a family unit that chose resentment over kindness towards a child is heartbreaking.
What good is the law that requires a mother to send the child to spend time with their father, but it cannot enforce that the father be loving or kind?
The father could tell the child that he has no food for him,
or make the hungry child sleep on a cold floor without facing any repercussions.
I can let go of the acts of betrayal and attacks that were directed at me.
But how do I forget or forgive the arrows that pierced the innocence and trust of our child, whom we all failed to protect?
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